For sheer accumulated star-power, there's nothing to touch the extraordinary cast assembled by well-connected writer-producer Danny Moynihan for his shallow but occasionally sprightly satire on London's contemporary art world. Christopher Lee, Stellan Skarsgård, Heather Graham, Gillian Anderson, Alan Cumming, Charlotte Rampling, Amanda Seyfried – and many, many more. Amidst the pasteboard characterisation, Danny Huston gives an enjoyably hammy performance as the Joplingesque art dealer at the centre of this spider's web of backbiting, bitching and illicit sex: he does plenty of Comedy One-Side-Of-The-Telephone-Conversation Acting and Comedy Evil Laughing, often both at the same time. Damien Hirst is credited as a consultant and supplies a spin painting which Moynihan's script unironically praises to the skies. The period would appear to be the pre-crunch era of silly money in art: late 90s to late noughties, although this movie could almost have been made in 1965.